

The greens were subdued. Weathered by a summer’s worth of sun. Pockets of real color … gold … orange … rust … red … clustered in the branches above and gathered along the walkway. But the gentle yellows called quietly. Ahh … the soft, subtle yellows, practically sighed.
spots we go back to
time after time,
year after year
colorful details that shouldn’t even matter
but thank God,
thank you, God
it’s still there
photographed may 15, 2020